#CheckYourTweets
CHAPTER 10: I'll Take The Tequila
"You could at least have warned me! That's not a sight I'm willing to watch, just so you know!"
Chris kept rambling on and on about what he had just witnessed while sweeping up tiny, red wine soaked bits of glass.
Lea lay on the couch, still staring at the bit of plastic and Dianna kept pacing from side to side in front of her with her phone on her ear but not speaking at all.
"What's wrong with la bitch?" Lea asked, suddenly withdrawing herself from the trance.
"How the hell do I know? Where the fuck is she? We're going to get in trouble if I don't find her soon!"
"Don't swear Di, that's not lady-like!" Lea scolded. Di side-eyed her.
"Do you want me to show you what is NOT lady-like either right now?" She smirked at the brunette which caused her cheeks to blush.
"Okaaay stoooop it! Not again! At least while I'm here. I just had lunch and I don't want to puke it up, ok?" Chris said with a disgusted face.
Dianna had been trying to get hold of Naya for quite a while now, with no success whatsoever. Her phone was busy and that was one of the strangest things in the world. Naya had grown a protuberance in her hand and that was her iPhone. Sometimes when she went out with her to dinner or drinks it was easier to text her or call her than to actually talk to her, even if she was right by her side. It kept going to voicemail and it was already full of messages from Dianna.
The blonde snapped and threw the phone to the floor so hard that it bounced a couple of times on the carpet before finally coming to a rest.
"Now that wasn't very wise of you, Di" Lea kept the scolding tone. Dianna replied by narrowing her eyes and ignoring her comment instead of getting at it. She walked towards the entrance, snatching her coat and car keys, grabbing the front doorknob, ready to get out of the house.
"Aren't you at least going to say bye?" Dianna shouted.
"Good bye Lady!" Chris squealed.
"Not you, dumbass!" the blonde snapped. She was clearly in a bad mood.
"Wow! I know you don't want to hear about Naya, but you sure are becoming her. At least her sassy side is funnier. Your snark is lame blondie!" He shouted his last words.
As soon as Dianna finally opened the door to leave, she noticed someone getting closer behind her. Lea stood there in silent. The blonde turned around.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Di asked. The brunette looked down. "Bye?" she almost whispered.
"Bye? Is that it? You kiss me like no one has ever kissed me before in my entire life and you just say bye?" Her words sounded hurt seeing the lack of reaction from the brunette.
Dianna waited for a few more seconds but Lea kept silent.
"I can't do this, Di! I'm sorry. I just can't!"
The blonde's eyes watered and before they turned into tears she turned around and left, slamming the door behind her.
The bang made the small girl jump. She followed right behind her, opening the door. "We have to talk!" She shouted.
"No we don't! I got nothing to say to you!" The blonde replied, devastated. She didn't even turn around.
Chris appeared from behind one of the living room's pillars. "Well played, divita! Always keeping up with the drama"
xxxXXXxxx
Heather lay in bed lazily. She was wide awake but unable to get up, or doing anything else but think about what had happened a few hours before. What got into her to go so crazy as to enter that room and practically ravish her best friend out of the blue. And what got into Naya to let a stranger do what she did to her? Did she notice it was her? She knew her friend well enough to know that she wouldn't let any stranger get even near her comfort zone. She cherishes her private space; that was undeniable. That was why she felt so uncomfortable with fans sometimes. She couldn't stand people she didn't know touching her or even staring at her for too long. So Heather took the unusual event as a dream. She better think it was something she had imagined than to give it more thought, or else she would go crazy with the guilt and the embarrassment.
Her mind kept going on and on until she heard someone knocking on her door. They didn't wait for her permission and the door opened slowly.
"Hey sleepy head!" Vanessa's voice was unmistakable. She carried a tray with some dinner. The mug of soup was steaming. She sat at the end of the bed looking strangely guilty.
"I'm sorry H. I hope this makes up for it. I'm really sorry." Vanessa said, chin down.
"I wasn't sleeping." The blonde tapped the spot by her side, gesturing the small girl to get closer and sit by her. "Sorry about what? What did you do this time?" Heather looked at the girl in confusion. "Wait! Is Zack ok? You didn't leave him out in the cold again, did you?" The blonde had named her cat after her boss, which hadn't made him the happiest man in the world.
"What? Zack? Oh, no. He's ok! If he keeps eating like he does, he could be Lord Tubbington's stunt, you know?" Vanessa seemed to relax talking about something else than what was really bothering her. "Wait! You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?" She suddenly realized Heather was too calm. She wasn't even mad at her.
Heather took a sip of her soup and a couple of bites of her sandwich. She shook her head from side to side.
"Nope. What are you talking about, V? What are you sorry for?" She was intrigued.
"Well, you better finish your food first. Did you have fun at the gym earlier? You came home later than usual." Vanessa tried to ease the uncomfortable mood in the air by changing the subject a little, not realizing the topic she chose was in fact even more uncomfortable for the blonde.
"What did you do, V? Do I have to tickle you to death so you tell me?" Heather said with a smile on her face finishing up her dinner and laying the tray on the other side of the bed.
"I saw you two this morning during the screening. I didn't mean to ruin your mood, H. I didn't want to tell her but… she made me! You know how she is. She would have followed me the whole day around until I'd tell her what she wanted from me! I just can't with the pressure. It is too much for me. She's too much for me! I seriously prefer her on my side. I don't want her against me and…" Vanessa kept rambling on and on, but nothing really comprehensible came out from her mouth.
"V! What the hell are you talking about? WHO are you talking about? Are you OK?" Heather was starting to worry. She knew Vanessa had a slight tendency to over react and to get really paranoid sometimes but right now she was behaving strange, even more strange than usual.
"What? Didn't she say anything to you?" Vanessa asked again. Heather raised both eyebrows and shrugged in denial. "Okaaaay then big mouth, I better keep going then" the smaller girl said to herself and made a move to get up and sneak out of the room, but before she could even leave the bed she felt pulled from her pajamas back to it again.
"Stop talking nonsense and speak, woman! What did you do? What did say and to whom?" Heather's mood was changing. She was clearly getting annoyed.
"Naya! Who else?" Vanessa replied. She crinkled her nose, waiting for Heather to snap.
"What? What did you say to her?" The blonde was still confused.
"Well… as she was so sad during the screening, I thought she had told you, that she knew what happened the other day, here with…" Vanessa couldn't finish her words. She was cut off.
"You told her WHAT?!" Now Heather was furious. She uncovered herself, got out of bed, put her hands on her hips and stood right in front of the smaller girl who was still sitting on the bed speechless.
"What exactly did you say to her? I wanna hear it word by word." She was almost shouting. Vanessa had never seen her roommate react like that. She was usually easy going and calm. But now, she was acting hysterical.
"Well… I told her the truth. That you two got it on! She forced me into it! I didn't want to tell her but she said she'd do horrible things to me, she said she would follow me, nag me, she said she would…" Vanessa kept on like that for a while. She was getting more and more nervous watching her friend's reaction. She started to lie her head off. Now she wasn't sure who she was more afraid of, Naya or this one in front of her.
"Which truth? What did you tell her? I don't want to repeat it once more, ok? What did you exactly tell her, Vanessa?" The blonde kept her voice loud, almost shouting now.
"You never called me Vanessa!" The girl pouted and started to cry like a child. "First, Naya told me to stop the family crap and now you're yelling at me. Moms don't do that, you know?"
Heather couldn't help to let a smile escape. She seemed to calm herself down and kneeled in front of the girl. She put her hands on her knees and continued with a much more relaxed tone.
"Ok, I'm sorry for the yelling, V. But please I need to know what you said to her. It's very important to me, you know?"
The brunette stopped sobbing and finally spoke up. "I told her that I walked in on you the other morning. That I saw you with Dianna here in this bed after you two, you know, after you two got it on…"
"Oh my God V! You didn't! Please tell me you didn't!" Heather let her body fall back a bit until she was sitting on the floor. Her thoughts just flew away in that exact moment. Her hands went to her face covering her eyes with worry. Now she realized why Naya had been so sad. Why she had asked her about her sex life in those texts. She thought she had sex with Dianna. Was that the reason she was acting so strange towards the other blonde? What was she going to do now to convince her that that wasn't true. That that didn't even happened?
"I, I gotta go!" Heather stood up and headed to the door. She grabbed her keys and headed to the stairs. On her way down she heard Vanessa calling.
"H! H!" Her nasal voice was so annoying right now.
"What? Don't say you're sorry again. Why does everyone keep ruining my life and then just say sorry? Sorry it's not enough, you know?" The blonde kept going down the stairs without looking back.
"H!" Vanessa repeated. "Don't go!" The brunette shouted again.
"WUT?" Heather stopped.
"You're in your pajamas!"
"Oh, shit! That was close!"
xxxXXXxxx
Naya sat in the black BMW again. This time the top was down and Rihanna was blasting on the radio. It was as loud as it had been hours before but the open air seemed to tone down the loud sound. Her thoughts were drilling deep into her brain at the moment. She was worried about what had just happened in the steamy room and she was getting quiet a big headache from it all. She looked to her left to find Shay singing out load and rocking her body back and forth along with the music.
"Cake, cake, cake, I'm gonna make you my bitch, cake, cake!" She held the wheel with one hand and moved the other along the rhythm rapping away, glancing at her right from time to time.
"Does she choose the lyrics on purpose to make me uncomfortable or is it me who's getting paranoid?" Naya thought as her body was starting to stiffen again. She reached for her phone. She thought of doing something with her spare time to pull her mind away from the worry.
"Shit! It's outta battery again! Fucking phone!" Naya almost threw the phone in the air. She was fed up with having her phone off so soon.
"Here, use mine!" Shay handed her hers. "You must use the social networks a lot! Believe me! I know what I'm talking about. I carry three phones in my purse; the three of them with identical cloned SIM cards. So when one of them runs out of battery I have two more. Easy-piecy!
Naya took Shay's phone and called her voice-mail. After a while listening, she hung up. "Fucking bitch! What the hell does she want from me now?"
"Honey, I like your style, but you better chill that attitude or you're gonna shoo the chicks away! Use my phone! Come on!" Shay was trying to calm her friend down but instead, she was winding her up even more.
"What is your fucking problem blondie? I-am-busy! Are you bored or something, cause I can tell you a few places where you can go to fuck the hell off…" Naya kept swearing, making it hard for Dianna to get a word in edgewise. She thought she could hear sobbing on the other end but she wasn't going to say anything."
"Just go to Ryan's office. ASAP. I'll meet you there." Dianna hung up.
"What?" Naya just looked at her phone skeptically. "Shay, can you drop me off at the studio? I gotta take care of something. I'll only be a few minutes. I hope!"
"Sure! I gotta make a few calls anyways. Getting everything ready for tonight!" The other brunette replied taking a quick turn making the four wheels squeal again.
"God! Who taught you to drive, woman?" Naya surprised herself asking.
"I don't do everything this rough you know, I can also be gentle" Shay blew her a kiss and winked at her.
"Here we go again! I'm gonna shut that mouth up one of these days! You'll see!"
xxxXXXxxx
"What? No fucking way! I'm not gonna do it, no matter what! That wasn't in my contract and I totally refuse!" Dianna's face was bright red. Half furious, half embarrassed.
Naya kept laughing her head off. She was even bent over with her hands on her knees. She couldn't remember the last time she laughed so hard and so loud.
"What's your problem, Barbie? Don't wanna taste these two babies?" The brunette showed her voluptuous red lips in an over-exaggerated kissing gesture. "I know a few people who would literally kill to get on these." She said pointing to her lips.
"Calm down Agron. It's not such a big deal. We have to give your storyline a 90 degree change of direction, calm the angry lesbians down and conciliate the fandoms. There are way too many riots going on in the media; the big wigs at Fox are starting to hint my possible layoff and I gotta keep them happy." Ryan sounded truly worried.
Dianna raised both arms in the air. "If you want to make the fandom happy give them what they want! Give'em the tedious Brittana back and they'll be happy!"
"Never" said Ryan.
"Hey, you! Peroxide drenched mop head! Leave my girls alone! You wish you had a tenth of the fans I have, well... we have, me and Heather!
Naya got in between the two with her usual sassiness. "You know what, boss? If she doesn't want to kiss me on set, now I don't want to either! I'm not going to put my mouth on that piece of shit there. Your breath stinks, you know?" Naya got closer to the blonde. "Everyone can smell it from miles away. It would be impossible to get that stinky taste outta my mouth for a decade!"
Dianna turned from Ryan to face Naya. She clenched her teeth. She wasn't in the best of the moods.
"I've spent more than an hour looking for her, I've called Heather, Kevin, everyone. I told them it was important. I told them Ryan had to see her ASAP but no one has called me back. On top of that I can't stop thinking about Lea's reaction just before I left her house. What is her problem now? Does she regret kissing me? What the fuck is going on with my life? And now this? Of all the members of the cast, they had to choose the one I hate the most. There she is, being her usual fucking bitch self. And now she doesn't want to kiss me? Stinky breath she said?"
Dianna growled loud and went straight for her hair. She grabbed her and shook her from side to side. Ryan jumped from his seat and tried to get the blonde off the surprised brunette, but he froze half the way there. By the time Naya realized what was happening she was already on the floor kicking Dianna and pulling from her arms to make her release her sore head.
"I'm gonna fucking kill youuuu!" Naya shouted as she managed to turn them around and straddle the blonde beneath her. She raised her hand and was about to punch her in the face when she caught notice of her eyes. Dianna wasn't furious. She was devastated. She was hurt. Naya could see the pain in her eyes. She wasn't going to hit her like that. It was like she was asking for it. Those were not angry eyes but pleading ones.
Too quickly she regretted not doing so. Her moment of weakness caught up with her when she felt an intense pain between her legs. It was like Dianna had noticed her insecurity and took her by surprise. She kneed her as hard as she could. The blonde wasn't that strong but the adrenaline must've taken over. Naya's face went red and she had to squeeze her eyes shut with pain. She took both hands to her crotch, falling over a side and letting go of Dianna. The blonde straddled the brunette and hit her face hard with both fists, first with her right then with her left. She was out of her mind.
The door burst opened and Kevin got in. He had heard the screams from outside and went quickly to see what was going on. He looked at the girls and as he ran to them to try to separate them, he glanced back at Ryan. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" He was still frozen, mouth agape.
It took about five punches to finally be able to snatch Dianna off Naya. The brunette's nose and upper lip were bleeding. Kevin had to lift Dianna from the floor but she kept kicking and punching the air. She looked possessed and she wasn't calming down. Kevin turned her around and placed her on the floor, hugging her strongly, almost too strong.
Naya was on all fours now and tried getting up. She was dizzy. She didn't know what hurt her the most. She felt her whole face swelling and her crotch was still throbbing with pain. Dianna had chosen an already sore place to hit her. But what hurt her the most was her friend's attitude towards her. She knew she wasn't only mad at her. There was something more in her eyes. She was obviously taking it all out on her and she could feel it.
The brunette finally got up. She tried to make her hair look better but she realized her scalp was sore too. "Man, the bitch can fight". She thought. She hadn't notice she was bleeding profusely until she saw the drops falling on top of her shirt right on her breasts. She took a first step but stumbled, overbalancing to her right. When Ryan finally unfroze, he tried to help her out. When she noticed his hand on her elbow, she snapped it away from him in a furious gesture. "Let go of me! Don't you even touch me! This is all your fucking fault!"
Kevin couldn't even move, now it was Dianna who had him wrapped around her arms. She was now crying on his shoulder. On her way out, Naya tried to reach the girl to comfort her. She knew there was something really wrong with her. When the blonde noticed her coming, she almost kicked her again.
"Naya let go!" Kevin warned the brunette. He called after her when she walked off. "Wait! I'll help you out of here". She left the room the only way she could, helping herself leaning on the doorframe.
"Don't bother bee, I can take care of myself, there's someone out there waiting for me anyways." She got out of the room and managed to reach the parking lot. When Shay saw her from her car, she got out quickly and ran to her.
"What the fuck, Nay? What happened?" Shay couldn't believe the state she was in. She put Naya's arm over her shoulder and helped her to the car. Before they got in, Naya turned around and hugged Shay strongly. She couldn't help bursting into tears. "Did I really deserve this?" She asked herself.
Without the girls noticing, at that exact moment, a yellow and black Mini passed by, suddenly slowing down. Heather glanced at the girls from the distance, amazed again. This wasn't another "misunderstanding", she thought, flooring the gas and leaving the spot to get closer to the studio entrance.
xxxXXXxxx
Dianna could finally control herself and left Ryan's office in shame. She didn't say anything and just left, leaving the two men confused.
Kevin looked at Ryan in disbelief. "What happened here, Ryan? This is nuts. I mean I know them two don't get along but this? This is too much!"
"I… I was just telling them about the writers' next move and they just went at it! They started fighting and I just… I… froze" Ryan couldn't get his shit together. He was ashamed too. He had just let the two girls fight and did nothing to stop them.
"I just don't get it though," Ryan continued "she saved her ass the other day. She put herself on the line for her. She was about to throw away her job just to defend her and now this?"
Kevin looked at Ryan confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Naya"
"What about her?" Now Kevin was curious.
"She accidentally heard we were letting Dianna go and she spoke up for her. Honestly she is the only one responsible for her being still here. And now this?"
Kevin couldn't believe what he was hearing. He turned to leave but Ryan got in the way first.
"Kevin. You can't tell anyone about this. The only reason I went with it was because I can't afford losing Naya. She brings a lot of fans to the show and Fox would kill me if I let go of both of them. But if people knew she blackmailed me, I would look like an asshole here, do you get it, bee?" Ryan took Kevin's wrist.
"Too late boss! You already look like one" He let go of him and left the office shouting a few words from outside "And don't call me bee, only my Nay calls me bee"
xxxXXXxxx
Dianna couldn't stop crying. She went out looking for her car but Heather stopped her on her way there.
"What's wrong, Di?" Heather embraced her quickly seeing the state of her.
"Don't H! I've been horrible! I did something terrible! I don't deserve your pity!"
Heather squeezed even harder. "C'mon silly. It can't be that bad. Let's go for a coffee and we'll talk, ok?"
"No. We won't. I can't talk. I just need to go home. Heather please, just let me go home" Dianna pulled away from Heather and left.
xxxXXXxxx
"You fell? Are you seriously telling me you fell and you hit your face, how many times on your way down? And your legs? What's wrong with them? You can't even walk!" Shay was really concerned.
Naya refused to talk. "Just keep driving, will you?" Naya replied feeling worse from her bruises, now that the initial heat of the moment was wearing off. She flipped the visor down and was looking at herself in the little mirror, trying to wipe the blood off her nose and lips, with a wipe Shay had handed her minutes earlier.
"Shay, can I ask you a favor? Well two, actually" Naya wasn't sad anymore. She had composed herself and was ready to face the next round. "Do your plans involve any alcohol? Cause I kinda need some right now!"
"My plans always involve alcohol, honey! And the next one?" Shay was waiting for Naya to ask.
"Oh, painkillers please! You got any? I need some painkillers now or I might collapse any second."
"I do actually but, sweetheart, you gonna have to choose! I'm not crazy enough to give you both!"
"I'll take the tequila then!" She smiled at the driver but felt her lip stinging. "Tequila is definitely my choice".
xxxXXXxxx
The girls had gone to Shay's, took a quick shower and changed their clothes –Naya borrowed a cute outfit from her friend. She had put some ice on her bruises (the ones on her face, obviously) and were heading somewhere Shay didn't want to disclose just yet.
"We'll meet Ash there. You know Ashley, don't you?" Shay didn't remember if she had introduced her to Naya yet.
"No. Actually I don't." Naya had wanted to meet the girl everyone talked about, but never had the chance to do it.
Shay went through the night's LA traffic quite well, even if she had to make a few forbidden turns here and there. They got downtown and headed to a big building where they had to place the car in a considerable long line to get down into the parking lot. As they were waiting to get in, Naya couldn't help but to look outside.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, or someone could recognize you, you know?" Shay warned her friend.
"The She Bar? Are you fucking kidding me? Is this place even real? It seems taken from The L Word or something. Shay, you know what? When I asked Kevin for help, this is not what I had in mind. I'm not a… well you know what I mean, I'm not…" Nay couldn't say the word out loud.
"You're not… a woman? Cause that's all you need to get in here, hun!" Shay eased the girl. She knew what she might be going through and she didn't want to push the situation any further.
Long lines of girls were waiting to get in. All kind of girls, all kind of outfits. The night would be at least interesting. Interesting enough to make Naya forget about the awkward day she'd had.
First, she'd learned the girl she cared about, the woman she's been obsessed with for quite a long time now, had had sex with one of her best friends, a "friend" that would later use her face as a punching bag. And right in between she had had the wildest, sexiest and wankiest sex she'd had in her entire life, and with a stranger! Now she was heading out with a hottie to a girls bar and the night had only just started.
They finally made it down to the garage. Shay drove into a private zone where she'd needed a special card to drive into. They got out of the BMW and into a private elevator where she had to insert her card again. The doors opened and security staff were about to ask them for their IDs but when they recognized Shay, they smiled and let them in. It was a big room surrounded by glass walls. Quite a small bar could be seen at a corner and small booths were scattered around all walls but one. The front big glass was free of any furniture. Naya had never been in a place like this. And she had visited a lot of clubs around the world.
She got closer to the big glass and peaked through it. She looked down and could see the whole club from there. They were actually standing on a kind of balcony above everyone else. "Don't worry" she heard Shay saying getting closer from behind "no one can see you. This glass is a huge mirror for them. You can see everything and everyone but they can't." She raised both eyebrows and smirked like she had said something really cheeky.
"Cool!" Naya turned around looking for the bar "Where's my tequila?"
She took three straight shots. No salt, no lime. And she felt much better from the pain her bruises were still giving her. She swallowed her third one and heard someone screaming behind her.
"There you are birthday girl!" Shay ran to a blonde girl who had just got there. She hugged her, lifting her from the ground. Once she put her down, their lips met and they engaged in a long, sloppy and wild kiss that make Naya look away. When they finally had to pull away from each other needing to breath, she could recognize the blonde.
"Naya! Here, look, this is my A here. You got your bee and I have my A! Ash, this is…" Shay was cut off by her friend.
"Who doesn't know Naya? Come here! Give me a hug! It's so nice to finally meet you! Oh girl, what's up with your face? An angry girlfriend?" Ashley laughed but soon stopped seeing Naya wasn't laughing at all.
"No. Actually. I like it rough, you know?" Nay's semblance was serious for a moment. She drank the shot she had in her hand, got closer to Ashley's ear and whispered. "Just kidding blondie" and started dancing to the music, clearly feeliing already the four shots of tequila in her body.
"Let's partyyyyyy!" She shouted.
xxxXXXxxx
A/N
Thanks for the opinions about Achele and Shanaya. I may be exploring other OTPs as well. It's interesting how most of you coincide in the romantic nature for Achele but you all friendzone Shanaya - LOL!
Special SHOUTOUT to loretooooo1 who is my reviewer number #69! Wanky!
Special thanks to Meryll C meshannen – Pardon my French, guys!
Don't forget to follow me on Twitter – GayGayForNayNay
XOXO – Wanky Girl ;p